With words you fight, No better than a bully.

You shove with the pretense of learning,

You say you are going to give us a rope of knowledge,

 So if this learning why do you insist on trying to strangle us with your “knowledge”?

You speak as if you are my friend, yet you look upon me as a lower life form

I may come from the rougher side of town, my clothes may not always be clean

But I am willing to learn just like the rest my stomach rumbles for knowledge

Can you satisfy my hunger? Can you overlook my appearance for more than a second?

You are the teacher I am the student but you try and bring us to bully and victim

You want to teach me then speak as my teacher not my tormentor

Teach me it’s all I ask can you not stop for a second looking at me so scornfully just because I’m from the rougher side of the tracks?